i just feel like writing something…
If ever after I get to finish this..whatever should you call it..article maybe? And had the guts to even post it, then this will be my first ever written piece shared to the world, if not, just to my friends, then. Asking yourself why should I even bother? Well, why.. I don’t know! Maybe because whenever I would go check on my friends’ blogs, I envy those who were able to write something about anything. Those who have the talent to write really good articles on just about everything. I thought to myself then that I should make one for my own, too. So… here goes.
Have you ever felt like you’re one of the lucky fews whom always, always get what they wanted? You don’t necessarily have to be rich to be that lucky, even if you’re just from a middle class family and yet it seems that everything you wanted goes along your way, would already prove that you’re lucky. Do you also feel like you can just do anything and succeed in it? Have you ever wished so hard on something you badly wanted and surprisingly got it? Or, do you also feel like, if you’re going to do something foolish or bad or even devilish, that you can definitely get away with it just as easily without getting caught or punished gravely? If you’re wondering why am I asking all this questions. I am, just out of mere curiosity.
If you’re going to ask me, am I one of those few? The answer would be, No.
As a kid, I really didn’t get all the things that I wished for. There would be a lot of times that I would end up getting disappointed, But hey!!! That’s ey okey! Because as my dad would usually put it .. Not all Niña wants, Niña gets. Though, there was this one instance that I would never forget.
During my teenage years, the first time I heard of Lea Salonga getting the lead part in a Broadway musical, I got fascinated with her, and my fascination even grew when she became so popular and critically acclaimed in the United States and all over the world. It all became so silly when I ended up falling head over heels, insanely in love with the idea of seeing the Miss Saigon play on its one last tour here in Manila. When I first read about it in the newspaper. (This was way back when we still had our newspaper delivered to us everyday but quite soon after, suddenly had it stopped because, one day, my mom just had this weird epiphany that all the bad luck we were experiencing during that time, all were coming from the bad and negative news the paper was bringing us everyday and us reading and imbibing. That’s why up until now, you won’t see any newspapers laying around in our house.) Anyway, I shrieked and ran to my mom begging her to bring me to PICC once the season started. She said yes, but never promised anything because she will only bring me there if the business would peak and that it would leave us enough extra to afford a couple of decent seats being sold for a reasonable price, though during that time, for us, was already quite expensive.
The season already started and it lasted for months. I kept on nagging and begging my mom to tell me when will we be watching the play. She kept on saying "Soon, soon, just be patient, we still don’t have enough to afford the tickets without getting short on necessities". I waited and waited, months and months, and soon the season was about to come to an end, but still my mom was not giving me any straight firm answers as to when will I finally get to see Lea Salonga play Kim, her most popular character on Broadway. I was really excited to hear her sing my favorite songs I only get to hear from a Miss Saigon cassette tape (which by the way I can’t afford to buy one for my own because I didn’t have that big an allowance when I was in high school) which I only borrowed from a good friend.
Eventually the last week dreadfully came and finally mom, in all knowing that if she breaks to me the bad news, I would cry so hard until my eyes would seem to pop out of their sockets and would allow myself to be greatly disappointed. Though, she knew as well that I would definitely understand because I already knew the situation to begin with. I was so devastated and a little mad at my mom for not doing anything more to make extra so we could afford the tickets. I also felt so cheated because I really thought that I would get to see the play at one point in my life, because, hey! it would be the last time ever Miss Saigon would be shown in the world.
I was used to not having what I wanted, but I was okey with it, because I never wanted anything badly before that really mattered until Miss Saigon. I eventually got over it but would still feel disappointed whenever I get a sudden surge of Miss Saigon mania. Specially, when there would be topics among friends about who saw the musical here when it was shown. I would just envy those who were able to see but would not really dwell much anymore on the emotion unlike before when I was younger.
The End…
That’s it!!! Pansit!!! Hope you like it…Remember this is my first time…so be gentle… Your comments would be sincerely appreciated, so just keep em coming…
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